A Child widow Live in Maid goes abroad - She gets Transformed

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Her grumble were as conflicting as her thoughts, which I played over my speaker quite loudly and clearly."So now you are occupy are you not my love ?"I grinned,"But thinking will do you no well, your mind is mine, and you will no doubt found yourself in a limbo, a R-2 of thoughts that will never hand a conclusion until I step in…"

I open a small hidden fridge and select out a bottle of beer, sipping it as I look at her still counting dates and murmuring conflicting sentiment that reflects the capital confusedness in her mind…"And when I finally do, you will be completely, utterly, all Mine !"

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Now Further

I watched Anu on the monitor till she slowly put the low calendar book back into the draftsman and getting herself dressed again, to which I note that she now did not bother to wear half-slip. My cock grows hard with the thought of standing next to her and rubbing my manus on her hairy mounds through the thin sari she wears.

I grinned coldly and then pick up the headphone, directed a call to my broker in Bharat,"Find her biological fellowship, track them down, have them gathering, showtime let greed blind them, then tell them of her job, remember, cypher but the verity"I told the agent,"Time to let her menage do the dirty oeuvre for me…"

After a farsighted conversation, I hang up, and quickly draining the beer, I changed into a casual blue Nike mutant bloomers and a play off white t shirt, then proceed downstairs.

Anu is already busying cleaning and dusting the house with a swifter gaberdine and a garbage bag to discharge the bins around the sign of the zodiac. I looked at her plump buttocks jiggle and wiggle as she cleans the hardwood level. I walk up behind her quietly and shed my munition around her turn waistline and pressing my crotch against her buttocks as she gasped in surprise.

She turned her head and look up, her face flushed and sweating a bit on her forehead where a red bindi sits between her nicely clip brows,"Ooh god Mr. Aamir…I thought…"Anu murmured in surprise and partially because of she didn't know what's there to say as I press my encased turncock against her buttocks.

A smile curled up on the corner of my mouth,"Working hard, my all obedient servant and devoted woman ? !"spoke though by me in a low voice, it sounded like a huge lightning had just exploded next to Anu's ears.

Stammering for a reply,"Ye…Yes Mr. Aamir…"Anu replied in a rather shaky voice. I smile grew cryptical and baring my white teeth like a beast who has its prey well under its pawns. I pull her to straighten up, her top dog orbit only my chin as I am a lot taller than she is, I inhaled deeply of the sweet oil she uses to sustain her hair shiny and arrange it into a single midst twist behind her head.

Anu's organic structure frisson as she feels my body wrapping all around her, swallowing her like capital fire that consumes her mind. My bridge player pulled her long pleat so she would await up and expose her neck opening. I lowered my case, first kissing her neck gently and then nibbling her. Anu moaned and wiggled in my weapon system then trembled as I bit her bid neck opening, her breathing time quickened and shoal as my mitt slide into her sari, caressing her cunt with my live fingerbreadth.

My teeth bit her neck backbreaking, leaving bruise all over her neck opening and shoulders as well. She bit her lips as I take joy of her body as mine, her legs parted as my fingerbreadth advanced their rape and thrust deep up her womanhood.

She moaned loudly, the louder as my finger's breadth take her clit between them and rubbing it very hard, making her juice dripping on the base and flowing down her thighs. My mouth feasted on her tender neck, biting her harder and harder.

"Ohhhh"Anu cried out as she experiences a small orgasm and leaned back against me to hold on her standing, her handwriting clutching my t shirt as she flashes me a very motherly, yet extremely submissive look.

I laughed, then I let go of her, walking into the family room and left her alone. Anu's hands went up to her shoulders and cervix, caressing the marks there made by my teeth and smiled, smiled happily.

"Oh yes, he wants me…I am still his woman…Oh how I loved to be his, I am devoted to be his…"Anu let her thought wondered happily and hummed as she went on her daily house chore. Later as she finished cleaning and dusting the star sign, Anu takes a peek into the family room, seeing me busying with reading a leger, she dared not to intrude and decided to hire a walk in the warmly afternoon sun in the plunk for G garden.

She opens the boastfully glass door opening into the garden, step out strip pes and inhaled deeply of the sweet fragrance of the flowers, the weather is very well-disposed, lenient sunniness with placate gentle wind that make a person simply feel…lazy.

Anu sits on the lawn under the maple tree and enjoying the sun, it's a lot better here, she decided. Here the sun is soft and placate, while in India, it's as if one has been placed in a hot oven to which there is no escape of. She looks at the peak and suddenly thinking about the wedding lei of flowers there are of customary in her Hindu upbringing.

With that thought, her mind begins to wonder, not just daydreaming, but systematic, almost like programming and hypnotizing. Flashes, effigy, sounds, and feelings coming in bits and pieces in those wink of images and sounds, she saw herself naked, dressed as a Hindustani slave, fucked and showing obvious preindication of gestation with a very big swollen belly.

She can see her facial aspect are that of luxuria, and her custody, her hands are squeezing her lactating huge pap and milking them as hard as a man, a strong young man select her from bum. In the background, a vox, a commanding voice, so divine is its presence Anu can not serve herself but to take heed.

As she sits and hear in a seeming trance, I also watched her from inside the house, laughing. Those spy microphones, also served as hypnotizing and subliminal messaging transceivers.

Every night, as she sleeps, the show is on, programming her, changing her soul. But aught very strong and emphatic, no orders, no commands, only subtle suggestions, handling of emotions, stimulate sexual drive…etc. It works like dripping piddle on a Edward Durell Stone, slowly sipping through and breaching even the firmly of them all.

In addition, trigger were planted in order to let her see those image and enter a trance like State, while doing things totally of her own conformity and regard. I looked at Anu sitting under the tree, her eyes fixed and then she stirred, exiting the trance and looking around, remembering everything she saw yet unsure of what had prompted it.

Then she turns around, seeing me and bowed her straits like a striver as her nerve burned with the effigy of her significant and I take her from behind.

"Pregnant…"She savor this give-and-take as she repeat it over and over, wondering whether the affair she saw were substance from her Hindustani gods, hinting her that she is destined to be mine. Anu murmured on as she straightens up, walking back into the house, unaware that a wide hour has passed since she sits under the maple tree in a trance.

She walk back into the household, and bowed very low, face still flushed,"So sorry I am, know not time fling fast…"I raise a hand and tell her it is alright, I simply need to stretch my legs after all the reading material I had done, besides, it's such a good day and I do not need anything at the mo.

Anu smiled back and excused herself from the kitchen as I looked at her back, a very cold grin creeping up my case,"oh it's a pinch alright my slave, but not from your deity, they are from me, and from now on, I, Am, Your, God !"

I spoke in a articulation so cold that even the sun can not raise the temperature in the kitchen one bit, but she could not hear it. Lunch and good afternoon tea were pleasant for both of us, we enjoyed good food and drinks, Anu took prison term to study respective recipe books that I bought for her to read and draw upon, now she's beginning to apprehend many foreign and exotic peach aside from her native Indian cuisine.

After drinking tea and eating cherubic hot chocolate cakes and cooky, I lay lazily against the cushion in the family room while Anu plays the sitar for me.

She sits adjacent to me and adjusted her sitar on her lap before she began. She played a indulgent piece of music, as the beat progress, she begins to babble out in a low and seductive voice, the call and the music combine into a perfect soft melody that is soothing and yet refinement arousing with every fiber of its being.

Anu's expression flushed as she sang, it is not a song that a womanhood should be singing to another man who's not her husband, and yet she found herself unable to resist the urge and desire to play this round together with the strain. Her finespun fingers trailed over the strings of the sitar as she finished the rhythm and turned to front at me.

She finds me leaning against that great deal of shock and now seemingly deceased, carefully she put the sitar down on the carpet and moved close to me.

Anu rocked me gently,"Mr. Aamir ? Mr. Aamir ?"she called out respective times but there was no answer from me. Disappointed she looks down at my crotch, her eyes widened as she discovers that my cock is now hard and tumesce inside my knickers. Even though appeared to be sleeping, I opened my eye lids slightly and observing what she will do.

Anu swallowed hard, then carefully take off my pants just enough to expose my cock fully, then eagerly she lean down and hungrily sucking on my big pole. She runs her tongue over and over again on my cock and sucking hard on my dick head with her mitt fondling and stroking my beam of light and balls. Her eyes flashed lust and something that wasn't there before, worship, she is worshiping me as a Divine and absolute presence in her life.

Letting go of my cock, Anu strips herself naked and then spread her legs lewdly to sit herself on my midst shaft. I did not move, but only observed with cracking interest as Anu worship my cock and then get naked to service it.

She sits her cunt right down on my rooster and begins the rock candy up and down using her hairy mounds to serve my dick. Anu begins to moan as she feels my cock plowing her fertile womanhood, as she begins to murmur as she fucks herself on my thick shaft.

"Oh my young nobleman, oh divine god, delight live with your devoted open and worshiper's service, grand me your semen ! pull in me yours !"she first whispered then her vocalisation speaks out louder and louder as she repeats it over and over again as a intonation in Hindi.

With the growing chant, her center become aloof and excavate as her brain slipping into another plane of sub - cognizance, where she controlled, programmed as a toy and slave who worship me with all her devotion and mind.

Anu groaned as she sits herself down on my prick, impaling herself and then put up her pelvic arch, then sits down hard again. I look at her under my slightly undetermined eye lids, an almost undetectable smiling along the recess of my rim as I enjoy her wet and warm slit surrounding my pecker as she tightens her vaginal muscles to squeeze my beam of light hard.

Our muscles tightened with our impending orgasms as Anu chanted loud, over and over again like a robot as she uses her body to answer and hero-worship me.

I can feel my balls tighten and my prick swollen with my eruption close at hand, then I look at Anu more directly, grins into her seemingly blank stare and said in a low part,"Very soon you will be truly mine, very soon you will be riding on my dick and begging for more while you are ego aware and witting, until then, you will have no lucidity nor blockage !"

Anu chanted on as she bucked up and down on my rooster as we both begin to cum very hard, Wave of her vaginal succus laundry over my hammer like ocean waves while jet after jet of my hot sperm cell splashing against her cervix like a big hose. Anu lets out a loud groan and then collapsed and passed out on me as I laughed, I holding tightly to me as I drift off to sleep.

Only an hr or so later Anu awakes, she opens her centre lazily, she felt like she was in a dreaming, vague, satisfying but with nothing concrete for her to obtain on to and see it clearly. Then she gasped, finding herself lying on top of me, naked with my cock buried recondite in her body, as she moves a bit she knew that I had cum hard in her.

She bit her low-toned lips as she pull herself absolve from me, making a loud popping dissonance as my hammer slip out her muggy and moist muliebrity. Anu held her thighs closely together and hurriedly plunk up her sari and blouse, after that she looks at me, and let out a signal.

She had by then guessed what had happened after she done playing the sitar and singing, but the details were lost to her, only vague images of herself riding on top of me like a shameless womanhood and her pleads to be used harder that still ring at her pinna at a space.

Anu's face softened as her hand reach out, caressing my nerve with her palm tree as she tries desperately to remember why she had acted like such a cyprian and slattern, and how could she have forgotten her fertility cycle to stimulate me load her again with the rich seeds of my youth.

Now shamed and confused, but on a strong sub - conscious level satisfied, Anu hurriedly ran upstairs into her room to take a shower. Her mind tried to grasp something solid in the dense fog, searching for limpidity to no avail,"Why ?"as she cursed and asked herself repeatedly.

From the moment she awoke, I woke up as well, I kept mum and letting her discombobulation run its grade, the more than she tries to readable things up, the more she finds herself trapped and lost.

"Only with me can she see clarity, if I choose to finally tread in and deal right-down ascendancy of course,"I told myself,"but she is not yet totally open up, she still has families…but soon she will induce no one except me…and by then, even God itself will not be able to help her."

After the shower, Anu carefully take out an old, blackened and flannel photo of her home, her digit travel from face to nerve, her mother, father, Brother, sister, aunt…etc, drops of her split fell on the photo as she sobbed in muteness.

It had been quite sometime since she saw any of them. Married and moving away from her biological family are common and almost a customs duty for cleaning woman of her background.

Then with the matrimony came the hardship of animation, she had neither the money nor the prison term to visit or call, but her fate and direction in life story is certain, she is to live on with her husband and his fellowship, be a devoted wife and mother to his kid.

But now she has time, and the money to spell or even visit them, yet she has lost something in sprightliness that can not be bought, she grew uncertain. Uncertain of what to do, her balance has been thrown off, no longer is she certain of what she should do. Should she ride out and suit a sort of concubine for me or should she pull her distance away, be a good housekeeper, maid, or motherly elder baby even, but not my woman.

"Devoted and clinging to me so strongly on sub - witting spirit level, yet her conscious mind struggle in excitement and confusion…Ah, such is the fact of life for her,"I said in the silence of my own party in the phratry room,"fellowship will be what she attempts to clinging to, her last shred of hope in India, like the umbilical cord that connects mother to fetus, but it is prison term to cut the cord and let the baby fly…though fly into darkness she will,"I spoke with a flaccid yet chilling articulation.

Then, as the sun slowly going down the sensible horizon, and Anu sobbed in her room, in the growing darkness of the house, my laughter filled the empty hallow of the place.

Continued